I've seen the blood
I've seen the broken
The lost and the sights unseen
I want a flood
I want an ocean
To wash my confusion cleanI can't resolve this empty story
I can't repair the damage doneWe are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of rebellionWe act it out
We wear the colors
Defined by the things we own
We're not without
We're like each other
Pretending we're here aloneAnd far away, they burn their buildings
Right in the face of the damage doneWe are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of rebellion (Rebellion, rebellion)Rebellion, rebellion
We lost before the start
Rebellion, rebellion
One by one we fall apart
We fell apart, we fell apart, we fell apartWe are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones
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We are the fortunate ones
Who've never faced oppression's gun
We are the fortunate ones
Imitations of rebellion (Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion)
Songwriters
BRAD DELSON, CHARLES CHESTER BENNINGTON, JOSEPH HAHN, KENJI MICHAEL SHINODA, MICHAEL DAVID FARRELL, ROBERT G BOURDONPublished by
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